The first few weeks were a dream. I decorated our apartment with cheap market flowers. Darren and I planned our future – his own auto shop, a nursery for the children we hoped for someday. Then, life changed. Barely a month after our wedding, my parents died in a car accident. One phone call split my world in half. Darren held me as I collapsed, screaming until my throat burned. They left me their house, but I couldn’t bear to enter it. I clung to Darren, believing love was enough to fill the silence death left behind. I didn’t know this loss was just the beginning.